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if there was anyone at my high school who looked the slightest bit like Dan or Phil, yall would be the first to know. unfortunately, the guys here look like expired jars of mayonnaise.
The Bookstore – A Danisnotonfire One Shot
(Reader’s POV)
Walking into Chester’s Books, the local bookstore/coffee shop near my apartment, I heard the familiar chime of the door bells, and instantly inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee. “Hallelujah” by Panic! At the Disco quietly echoed from the speakers. I looked around the shop, seeing the familiar faces: an old couple holding hands and sipping tea, a few hipsters taking pictures with a polaroid camera, and the bored faces of the coffee baristas, who probably only took the job because they assumed it would guarantee free access to the espresso machine. Nonetheless, these people made the place seem all the more faultless; it gave some diversity to an already-quirky joint.
In the corner of my eye, I noticed a new face. A cute face, at that. A cute face paired with brown hair, a pale complexion, and a lanky body dressed in all black. His hair flopped onto his forehead in a fringe style, only contributing to the edgy appearance. He was looking at the back cover of Paper Towns by John Green, which made sense considering the movie was coming out in a few short weeks. I guess he was one of THOSE people. I decided to ignore him, though I knew I’d be curious later on about who he was and how he ended up here. And at that point, it’d be too late to ask.
I headed towards my reading nook: a cozy booth towards the back of the seating area of the coffee shop. It was the only place I could find to have peace and quiet to myself. The seat’s leather exterior was chipping away from wear-and-tear over the years, and was probably catalyzed by restless kids who couldn’t help but pick at it. Even I had caught myself pulling at the material a few times. It was like a subconscious stress release, just like the rest of this place.
I pulled out my favorite book of all time, Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell, and flipped to where I had left off. It was the scene where Park was about to hold hands with Eleanor. I remembered because this was about the 7th time I’ve read E&P. I wasn’t ready to let go of my two favorite protagonists’ story, given that I hadn’t had a love story of my own to focus on.
Three chapters later, I heard an unfamiliar voice with a British affliction say, “Is that Eleanor & Park?” I looked up to see it was the cute face with the edgy style. I was so taken aback that I just stared at him for a couple of seconds. “Uh, yeah,” I finally mustered up. “To be honest, I’ve been dying to read it, just every book store I come to, it seems to be sold out.” He admitted, chuckling and throwing his hands up in the air. “You should look harder,” I teased, trying to not be as standoffish as I was before, “it’s worth the effort.”
“Oh, really,” he said, smiling, “what makes it so special?”
“I’d give you the full synopsis, but we’d be here for quite a while.” I said. “I’ve got time,” he said. I shrugged. “Be my guest,” I said, gesturing towards the empty booth seat across from me. “And does my guest have a name?”
“Dan,” he laughed, extending his hand to shake mine. I obliged, shaking his hand. “Hi, Dan, I’m (Y/N).”
Maybe having company wouldn’t be so bad after all.
A long while later, I had filled him in on almost every plot point there was to know before reading E&P. Everything except for the spoilers. “C’mon,” Dan had begged, “I’ll probably just end up looking it up on Wikipedia anyways.”
“I’d never be that cruel to you, Dan,” I feigned, “withholding the pleasure of experiencing Eleanor & Park in its primary form? That would be the worst thing I could do. Which is exactly why you can’t do that to yourself, as well. Trust me: reading it without any foreknowledge is SO worth it.”
“Well how can I even read it if I don’t have a copy?” he asked.
“Borrow mine,” I offered. His playfulness disappeared into seriousness. “Really? You’d let me?” he asked. “Yes, but heed my warning: guard this book WITH YOUR LIFE. This is my only copy, and this book means more to me than anything. I’m prepared with warfare if my book is harmed.” I cautioned.
“Alright, cross my heart,” he said, crossing an X over his chest with his finger. “Maybe you should give me your number. Y’know, just for insurance reasons in case something happens to the book.” He suggested flirtily. I felt my face go hot, and I accidentally let a giggle slip out of my mouth. Composing myself, I nodded. “That sounds very plausible.” I reached for him, and scribbled my number onto the back of his hand with a pen.
“Call me if there are any casualties,” I said with a wink. He grinned.
Funny how a cute face could walk away with my favorite book and my number within moments of just meeting.
(Dan’s POV)
The first thing I noticed when she walked into Chester’s Books was how serene she looked upon entering. I could almost see the stress melt off her face. Her beautiful face. The face that I wanted to know. I caught myself staring the minute before I felt her eyes on me, so I shifted my gaze to a book on the display table in front of me. Paper Towns by John Green. Sounded dumb.
Before she had the chance to disappear into the seating area, I got a glimpse of the book she was holding in her hand. The exact book I was looking for. Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell. I had to drive 45 minutes out of my way to come to this tiny book store, and she managed to have the only copy in this entire place. I owe it to her, though. It was the perfect conversation starter.
As I drove home from Chester’s Books, I couldn’t help but think how lucky I had been to wind up in the same place at the same time as (Y/N). It’s not an everyday occasion to score a number from a beautiful, intelligent girl, and even better, I could finally indulge in reading E&P. The moment I looked forward to the most was calling her once I finished.
2 days later, with no connection to the outside world, I turned the final page of Eleanor & Park. I felt empty. Gutted. Demolished. How could it end with a cliffhanger? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?
I picked up my phone immediately, and scrolled down to (Y/N)’s contact name, which I had entered on the way home after meeting her. I clicked on the Call button, and felt a flurry of butterflies erupt in my stomach. I hoped she would answer, but I expected she wouldn’t. She probably didn’t even like me. I mean, I guess she must’ve liked me a little to give me her favorite book. If she liked me half as much as I liked her, I shouldn’t have had a doubt in my mind that she’d answer.
“Hello?” I heard a tired voice echo through the phone.
Oh, my God, I didn’t even check the time. I glanced at my alarm clock across the room. 12:47 am.
“Hey, I’m so sorry I woke you, I just finished Eleanor & Park, I didn’t even think to check the time. Go back to sleep.” I said solemnly.
“No, it’s fine! Tell me what you thought of it!” I heard (Y/N) say, perking up almost instantly despite being asleep seconds ago. “Well, actually, I have too many thoughts and feelings to fit into a phone call, so I was going to ask you if you wanted to meet up at Chester’s tomorrow…” I trailed off, hoping she’d say yes.
“Yeah, I’d love to! How about 12:00? NOT midnight, just for your information.” She teased. I wondered how she could manage to use her quick wit in her tired state. She was incredible. “Alright, I promise,” I said, laughing into the phone speaker, “goodnight, (Y/N).”
“Goodnight, Dan.” After that, I heard the click signaling the end of the call. I placed her book carefully into the shelf of my bedside table, as I had the previous two nights, guarding it just in case.
I woke up at 11 am that morning. I took a quick shower, slid on my usual black attire, grabbed (Y/N)’s book, and bolted out the door to my car. I looked at the clock on the dash. 11:25 am. Being late was not the impression I was aiming to make.
Jogging into the entrance, I headed towards the booth (Y/N) and I had sat in the other day. She was sitting there with a cup of black coffee in her hand, looking as calm and stunning as I had recalled. I slid into the booth seat, and her face lit up with a smile. That goddamn smile has surely broken hearts before.
“You’re late! And to think I blow-dried my hair for you.” (Y/N) jokingly said while fluffing up her hair. “For what it’s worth, it looks great,” I remarked. I pulled her book out from my lap, and slid it on the table over to her. She smiled harder, which I hadn’t thought was possible. She flipped through the pages carefully, inspecting each and every corner. “Huh, no rips or tears. You’re a man of your word.” Satisfied, she set the book between us. “Okay, enough small talk,” she said, “tell me what you thought of the book, from beginning to end.”
We ended up discussing the book for almost 5 hours. Let me rephrase that: we went back and forth, exchanging witty comments and plenty of laughs, listening to each other intently when making a profound revelation about the book, for almost 5 hours. Conversations like these deserved to be put in a metaphorical Hall of Fame for the best human interactions. THAT’S how amazing it was.
(Y/N) checked the watch on her wrist. “Woah, time really does fly by when you’re having fun.” She stated, seemingly surprised at how much time has passed. “My thoughts exactly,” I agreed, “Do you have to go?”
“I’m afraid I do,” she gloomily said. “I had an amazing time, though. I mean it when I say we have to do this another time soon.” My heart fluttered. Maybe she wanted to see me as much as I wanted to see her. I already missed her, even before she left. “Okay, let me walk you out,” I proposed. She smiled and nodded.
I held the door open for her, and as she stepped out, I knew I had to take advantage of this moment. Who knew when there would be another chance?
“Hold on, (Y/N),” I said, stopping her in the middle of the street, “I want to try something.” She turned to me, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed together, appearing to be confused. I ignored it, and delicately cupped her face with my hands. I leaned in slowly, and when I could just barely feel her lips on mine, I looked into her eyes and whispered, “Follow me down this rabbit hole,” quoting Eleanor and Park’s iconic kissing scene.
I finally placed my lips on hers. I felt her arms uncross from over her chest, her hands slowly creeping up and settling on my sides. Our heads moved in sync, giving and receiving interchangeably. I pulled away begrudgingly, needing to catch a breath. I opened my eyes, and I could see hers were still closed for a couple seconds longer. When she did open her eyes, she broke out into another one of her dazzling smiles.
(Reader’s POV)
I was right. Company wasn’t so bad after all. In fact, it was the best goddamn thing in the world to have company make me feel like a protagonist. Maybe this would be the beginning of my love story.
Jealous (Part 2) – A Danisnotonfire One Shot
****Author’s note: sorry that I’m posting this so late, but you have no idea how hard I was working on this. I give mad props to smut writers, because this was one of the hardest pieces I’ve ever written. PLEASE be forgiving if this isn’t what you had in mind for a sequel, because I tried my very hardest. Enjoy :-) ****
“You look sexy when you get jealous,” I whispered, before revisiting his lips with mine. Feeling Dan’s tongue teasing mine, anchoring me in his hold with his hand placed behind my neck, made my desire for him intensify. He pulled away too soon. “I want you so bad right now.” He admitted with confidence. The type of confidence you feel when you know you’ll get your way.
He grabbed my hand, and we quickly walked towards the street. Dan raised his hand to hail a cab. He looked impatient, as was I. I couldn’t wait to put my hands all over him. The cab pulled up towards the curb, and we got in.
Once we were in the cab, the sexual tension could be cut with a knife. We both had the same idea in our heads, but to be withheld from exploring it, even for a short car ride home, was agonizing. Dan and I sat at opposite ends of the backseat section. The seat between us felt like a territory that neither of us were willing to cross, given the inevitable sex-capades that would ensue. However, I realized I underestimated Dan when I heard the click of his seatbelt, and felt his hand graze my inner thigh.
Each upward-downward stroke he made on my thigh triggered my heart to beat faster and my legs to spread wider. He inched closer and closer to my crotch. I gazed at him; he was smirking, and his eyes were dark with dirty intentions. This shit head knew exactly what he was doing. I could feel my clit throbbing. Throbbing for his touch.
Wearing jeans was a mistake, I thought to myself. Had I worn a skirt, he’d probably have his index AND middle finger paying my lady area his long-awaited attention.
Right as I was about to go mad from the sensation, the cab pulled to a stop in front of Dan’s flat. I scrambled out of the car, and threw random bills into the driver’s window. I didn’t care how much I paid him; nothing was worth more than my need for satisfaction at that moment.
Dan and I ran up the steps to his front door, and I was bouncing on the heels of my feet waiting for him to unlock it. Once he did, he opened it and pulled me in. He pushed me up against the door, closing it in the process. He pressed his body against mine, and kissed my neck hungrily. I worked my hands through his hair, and lifted my leg to bring him closer to my crotch. He reciprocated, hoisting up not only my raised leg but my other as well, wrapping them around his waist. I had never seen this side of Dan, but I loved every bit of it. He grinded his groin on me, and I felt his boner stiffening through his skinny jeans. “Oh, my God,” I sighed, completely flooded with lust for him. His tongue danced on my neck, nipping and sucking every so often. While this felt amazing by itself, I needed more. I needed him to fuck me senseless.
“Babe,” I whispered, trying to stifle my moans, “can we go to your room and continue this?” He pulled away from my neck, panting, and said, “Yeah, good idea.”
We stumbled towards his bedroom, taking off articles of clothing on the way. I removed my shirt and jeans, and Dan undid most of his buttons on his dress shirt, ripping the last three buttons off due to impatience. Once we reached the edge of his bed, he pushed me down onto the mattress. He crawled on top of me, kissing up from my stomach all the way to my mouth. Each kiss he gave me ignited nerves on my skin I never knew I had. He made my body feel like the Fourth of July, fireworks exploding everywhere he touched.
While our tongues battled, I reached down to his jeans to unbuckle his belt. I briefly pulled away from the kiss. I removed his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and rubbed his dick over the material of his boxer briefs. He groaned intensely. This encouraged me, so I began to pull his jeans off to expose his boxers. He kicked them off, which left us both in our underwear.
Dan trailed kisses back down from my neck to my stomach, hovering over my panties. “How the hell are these still on?” he asked rhetorically, then ripped them off. Literally. Ripped them off. WHO WAS THIS MAN?
He wasted no time before sliding his finger inside me. He slowly pumped in and out, starting a rhythm. He added a second finger, and massaged my clit with his thumb. I gripped the bed sheets to refrain from moving my hips. I wanted to let him do his handiwork without interruption.
I hummed in pleasure. “You like that, baby?” Dan asked seductively. “Mhmm,” I hummed again in response. For a second, I didn’t know it could get any better than that. Of course, I was proven wrong seconds later, when I felt his tongue replace his thumb on my clit. I gasped. He licked lightly at first, and gradually started to flex his tongue harder and harder. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted Dan to write out the entire Lord of The Rings series with his tongue.
He took his fingers out of me, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. He delved deeper into me, now using his tongue for his fingers’ purpose. He wrapped his hand around my thigh, and reached two fingers in to work my clit. This man and his God-given sex skills had me writhing in a wave of over-the-top ecstasy.
As I moaned out loud repeatedly, I massaged my hands through Dan’s hair, pushing him deeper into my core. I began to feel the familiar build-up in my lower abdomen, signaling that I was about to come. I finally released, moving my hips in sync with his mouth to ride out my orgasm. He kept going just as he did before, and he didn’t stop until I had to drag him up by his hair.
“That was fucking amazing,” I panted out. He smiled, and leaned in for a kiss. I blocked his lips with my hand. “No, no,” I said, “it’s your turn.” His smiler grew wider as I shuffled farther down the bed. I straddled his legs far enough down that I came face to face with his crotch. His boner was rock hard, and begging to be relinquished from the restraints of his boxer briefs. I obliged, tugging his briefs down at a slow speed teasingly. His dick popped out as soon as the waistband cleared it.
I caressed it with my hand, stroking it up and down as Dan had previously done to my thigh. I wanted to make him yearn for my touch as he did to me. He leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. I could tell he was enjoying this. To bump it up a notch, I placed light, airy kisses on the tip. He sighed with his mouth hanging open blissfully. This was too good.
For my final tease, I licked one long line underneath the shaft of his dick, starting right above his ball sack and going all the way up to the head. He shuddered. I looked up at him sensually, only to see he was looking back down at me. I could see in Dan’s eyes that he was aching for me. Aching for my mouth. I gave in to his wish, and wrapped my lips around his tip. I inched down his shaft, sucking gently. When I felt his head hit the back of my throat, I sucked back up, and then down again. I picked up a steady tempo, and went a bit faster when I heard Dan begin to moan.
My jaw started to hurt, so I wrapped my hand around his dick, lined it up with my mouth, and worked my way down, sucking and fondling simultaneously. Dan’s moans grew louder. I recruited my other hand to play with his balls. This took him by surprise, I assumed, since he gasped the second my hand touched them. I used this to my advantage, running my nails over them VERY delicately. My hair fell over my face while I solely focused on pleasing Dan, so he picked up each strand and held them in a loose ponytail behind my head. “Jesus Christ,” Dan groaned, “this feels so fucking good.” This urged me to work even faster. Sucking, grappling, licking, stroking. “(Y/N),” Dan said urgently, “get up here now. I need you.”
I smirked, and crawled back up towards him. He got a condom out of the side drawer, opened the package, slid it on, and flipped me onto my back. “Spread your legs,” he demanded, placing his hands on either side of my head. I obeyed. He lined himself up with my entrance, and eased into me. I rolled my eyes into the back of my head, feeling more than satisfied with the feeling of him inside me. It felt like the final piece of a puzzle filling in its empty space. Things were complete.
His hips found their flow, thrusting in and out at a steady, quick pace. I moved my hand down to my clit and massaged it to intensify the pleasure I was feeling at this moment. “Fuck,” I breathed out. Dan grunted repetitively. I started to kiss his neck, and moved my hips to meet his with each thrust. The sensation was out of this world, and I knew he felt it just as much as I did.
“I bet Jackson never fucked you like this, did he?”
That blindsided me. This whole time, Jackson hadn’t crossed my mind even once. I soon realized this passion, this sex drive, that had seemed so out of character for Dan, was fueled by jealousy. That little green monster catalyzed this, and even forced Dan to be vocal about it. But when he said that, it turned me on more than I had ever been in my entire life.
“Oh, no, Dan,” I moaned, “Jackson never fucked me as good as you do.” He groaned deeply, and I learned that the dirty talk was succeeding. I came in closer to his ear, and whispered, “He’d never please me the way you do, baby.”
Dan thrusted even faster. “He’ll never even touch you again,” he said between breaths, “you’re mine, (Y/N).”
“I’m all yours, Dan,” I affirmed, “I’m about to come.” I pulled his face in for a kiss, and our tongues found each other instantaneously. My climax was reaching closer and closer. I rubbed my clit hastily, and soon enough, I entered the known state of euphoria. I cried out, overwhelmed with the rapture of my orgasm. Dan was still thrusting, now sloppily, until he groaned one last time, more elongated and intense, cueing his orgasm.
He pulled out of me, and collapsed next to me on the bed. Beads of sweat were dripping down our faces, drenching our hair and causing my make up to run. He tugged the condom off, tied it up, and tossed it into the bedside trash bin. We were both trying to catch our breaths. Neither of us said a word for a few minutes.
“Hey,” he said. I turned my head to face him, and raised my eyebrows. “What’s that thing you said? About me being sexy when I’m jealous?” he asked teasingly.
I laughed, and rolled over to cuddle up to him.
“Yeah, maybe we should see Jackson more often,” I said sarcastically.
“NOT funny,” he said, stifling a smile. I laughed again. I tilted his head to kiss him on the cheek, and rested my head on his shoulder before falling asleep.
Some Kind of Wonderful – A Danisnotonfire One Shot
****Author’s note: this one shot is heavily inspired by the 80’s movie “Some Kind of Wonderful”. If you haven’t seen the movie, this scene takes place where the reader is preparing Dan for a date with his “dream girl”, despite having feelings for him. Please enjoy :-)****
“I still can’t fucking believe she said yes.”
We were sitting in my garage, and Dan was going on AGAIN about scoring a date with the most beautiful girl in school. Dan had pined after this girl for months, but never knocked up enough courage to actually make a move. Well, finally he did, and somehow, the stars and planets must have aligned right in time for her to decide to go on a date with him. While I, his best friend, should be happy for him, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy and uneasiness about the situation. Things like this didn’t happen to outcasts like us. Which is why I was hoping that MAYBE, he’d notice my subtle hints of longing for him. I guessed it was a moot point from then on.
“Hey,”
I barked, “be modest about your little victory. You don’t have a clue how this
could turn out.”
“Be happy for me, (Y/N)!” he exclaimed while grabbing my hands and spinning me around. “Doesn’t the day just seem brighter to you?”
“I don’t know, its party cloudy with a 60% chance of raining.” I sneered cynically while hopping onto the hood of my father’s 1980s Chevrolet Impala.
It felt like Hell to see him feeling an over-the-top bliss for a girl other than me. It was even worse to see him feeling this way for a preppy, all-American, cheerleader-esque girl that has every guy crawling on all fours for her. If she could have any guy in school with one simple glance, why did she choose MY guy? MY best friend? MY love? Pondering this wasn’t of any use. It only made the pain intensify.
Deciding to clear my head, I focused on being as supportive for Dan as I could manage without splitting at the seams.
“Dan, do you even know where you’re taking her?” I asked. “I was thinking we could just go to see a movie, and then have dinner afterwards.” He offered. “Cliché. A girl like her has been on that date at least a hundred times. You need to WOW her, man. Take her to a museum or something. Let her expand her mind, which I now realize will be difficult.” Throwing tiny insults into conversations about her allowed for a little fun on my part.
“Don’t be nasty,” He reprimanded me, “She’s not even that dumb.” He sat down on a stool a few feet away from the Impala, next to a drawer full of home improvement tools.
“She’s not that smart, either.” I mumbled under my breath. I continued with my previous suggestion. “Listen, all I’m saying is you gotta be prepared. You’ve already got the bombshell going on a date with you. Now, all you have to do is KEEP her.”
“Okay, how do I do that?” He asked. He picked up a wrench and examined it.
I thought for a second. Questions like this deserved a thorough answer. I needed to push my feelings 6 feet below the ground to give my honest advice. “Let’s see,” I began, “you’ve got your date at the museum, or some other place where you can use your brains. Assuming the date is going perfectly without any kinks, the one thing you can do is simple, yet so important at the same time. You have to give her the best kiss of her life.”
Dan’s eyes widened. He set the wrench down.
“What? Haven’t kissed anyone before?” I said jokingly. He didn’t respond, only looking off to the side to avoid answering the question. “Oh, my God,” I gasped, “you haven’t kissed anyone before.”
“Just forget it,” he dismissed, getting up and pacing around the room hastily. “I’m going to find some way to fuck up the date anyways. It’ll end terribly and I won’t have a chance with her ever again and I’ll just die alone.”
“Chill, Romeo, don’t drink poison or anything,” I said sarcastically, “kissing isn’t hard. You just need a little bit of practice. The whole ‘best kiss of her life’ effect comes from how much you want it.”
Dan rolled his eyes. “And how can I practice when I have no one to practice on?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “You could practice on me,” I said as nonchalantly as possible. I regretted it as soon as I said it. How could I be so stupid? He’d see right through my intentions. He was going to say no, without a doubt.
“Okay, I guess that could work.” He responded.
Now it was my turn to get wide-eyed. “Uh, okay,” I choked out, attempting to regain my cool composure. “Come over here.” I waved Dan over with my hand.
As he walked over, I crossed my arms over my chest. He stood in front of me.
“Okay, where do you put your hands?” I ask. “I don’t know, honestly.” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Hips,” I answer, “it will always be the hips. Give me your hands.” I pulled his hands towards me and placed them on my hips. He lurched forward, and was now standing in between my legs. The contact felt like coming home.
“Since this girl is no stranger to kissing, she’ll probably do this.” I reached my hands up around his shoulders and behind his neck. I interlocked my fingers, and rubbed the back of his neck with my thumb. He shuddered.
“Sorry, I forgot you don’t like people touching your neck,” I began to bring down my hands, but he grabbed my arms and returned them to where they were. “No, no, it feels good.” He said, blinking profusely. I held back a smile.
“Now, close your eyes,” I ordered. He closed his eyes, and began to lean in very slowly. I leaned in as well, keeping my eyes slightly open to remember this exact moment. The moment where I’d kiss my best friend. Although it didn’t technically count as a real kiss, and it was meant as practice for his dream girl, I pretended for a moment to forget about the reality of the situation. As far as I knew, this was just a boy and a girl sharing a kiss.
Once our lips connected, the feeling was just as I’d expected. In fact, it was better, and I had expected it to feel like Nirvana and Heaven combined to create the most perfect sanctuary. Kissing Dan won by a landslide.
As the kiss got deeper, I could feel his hands gripping harder onto my hips, and I wrapped my leg around his to push him closer. He complied. Our mouths perfectly reciprocated off one another, knowing just the right moment to open and close. I felt his tongue graze my lips delicately. That was the moment I knew we had gone too far.
I immediately pushed him away with my hands, and tucked my disheveled hair behind my ears. My face went hot. “You’re good, dude. I think you’re ready.” I said as I wiped my mouth and hopped off the hood of the car. “Do you want anything to drink? I’m feeling quite thirsty myself. I’ll go get us some sodas from inside.” I hoped my lame attempt at changing the subject would work.
“Come back here, (Y/N),” Dan pleaded. I had already reached the garage door when I felt a tug on my hand. Dan spun me around to face him, and he grabbed my hips. “I think we should practice a little more,” he said as he gazed into my eyes. I could feel his desire. Desire for ME.
I grinned, and put my hands on his chest. “You’re right,” I said, “You have room for improvement. Miss Cheerleader shan’t be disappointed.” He grinned back at me. “Forget her. Just shut up and kiss me.” Our lips connected for the second time, this time with no inhibitions or restraints. I was his, and he was mine.
It was some kind of wonderful.
Jealous – A Danisnotonfire One Shot (as requested by Anon)
Walking through the streets of London in the middle of the night was my new favorite thing to do. Seeing the captivating lights and feeling the cool breeze made me feel like the world had a true talent of making divine creations. Maybe that’s why my boyfriend, Dan, came into my life – to show me yet another example of a beautiful product placed on this Earth. It’s as if all the planets and constellations got together and said, “Yep, this one’s our best work yet. The girl who gets him better feel lucky as hell.” Which, of course, I do.
In my last relationship, I had grown to believe that men don’t show affection. I didn’t know what being properly courted felt like. My ex, Jackson, was never the one to hold my hand in public, or tell me how much I meant to him. He’d never text me back, he always cancelled plans with me at the very last minute, and most importantly, he never said “I love you”, even when I said it to him. It nearly crushed my dream of finding a man who could make me feel like I was worth something, like I was important. Then, just in the nick of time, Dan waltzed into my life right as I ended the relationship with Jackson.
Now, as Dan was showing me the most magnificent sights in London, I couldn’t help but feel maybe the most perfect sight was standing right in front of me, holding my hand proudly.
“So, (Y/N), that’s pretty much the last of the places I wanted to show you in the city.” Dan said as we walked away from a barrier that overlooked the classic London Eye.
I frowned, thinking the night was over. “I had an amazing time,” I said earnestly, “you have no idea how much this night meant to me.”
He looked confused. “No, (Y/N), I said this is the last place I wanted to show you in the CITY. This night isn’t over!” He guaranteed. “I have a few places I want to take you that are more local. Is that alright with you?”
I grinned, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “More than alright,” I said, and laid my head on his shoulder as we continued walking down the pavement. He took his hand out of mine and wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me closer. He kissed the top of my head lovingly. He was warm, and smelled like expensive cologne. I knew in that moment this was the feeling of being wanted.
As we walked a couple of blocks south, I asked him where we were headed. “It’s a surprise,” Dan said playfully, “a sweet surprise.” I could tell he was trying to give me a hint, but I pretended to be oblivious, just to give him the full satisfaction of my surprised reaction.
A few more blocks down the way we were going, he turned to me and said, “This is the point where you have to close your eyes.”
“How will I be able to see where I’m going?” I asked. “I’ll guide you, obviously,” he said. “How do I know you won’t guide me into the oncoming traffic? I could die, Dan. DIE.” I emphasized jokingly. “You won’t die, because I won’t guide you into the traffic. I think you underestimate how much I care for you, (Y/N).” Dan answered, chuckling afterwards. I smiled so hard, my face hurt.
I closed my eyes for him. I felt him put one hand at the small of my back, and grab my upper arm with the other. We slowly walked across the street as the traffic lights turned red. It was a whole new sensation only trusting him and the ground below me to guide me to our destination. Once we crossed the street, and walked a few more steps, I smelled a clean and sweet aroma along with a cold gust of wind. “Alright,” Dan said as he adjusted my body to be directly in front of the place, “you can open your eyes now!”
Once I opened my eyes, I wish I hadn’t. My smile fell, and I looked down to the ground to avoid looking at what was in front of me. We were standing in front of an ice cream parlor. That wasn’t the problem, of course. The problem was that this exact ice cream parlor was where my ex-boyfriend worked.
Dan noticed my disappointed look immediately. “Oh no, what’s wrong? You don’t like this place?” he questioned caringly. “No, no, I love this place. It’s just that… ugh, I don’t want to talk about it.” I responded. “Do you want to go somewhere else for ice cream? I think there’s another place around the corner, but it might be closed…” Dan tried to resolve this as best he could, which made me want to please him even more. “No, babe, it’s okay, we’re already here. Plus, this is your favorite spot. Don’t worry about me.” He smiled, and kissed me. We walked into the parlor, and I braced myself for any chance of seeing my ex.
As Dan and I made our way down the glass display, picking out our ice cream flavors, I thought we were clear of any run-ins. But of course, with my shit luck, I saw him at the end of the line, ringing up orders in the cash register. I already knew this was going to suck. Not only for me, but for Dan as well.
I reluctantly walked up to the register, Dan in tow. When Jackson glanced up, he had to do a double take to make sure it was actually me. His expression was almost unreadable, but from what I could tell he was at least slightly surprised.
“Hi, could I please have one scoop of vanilla on a waffle cone?” I asked politely, pretending that I had no idea who he was. He laughed, and said, “Vanilla, huh? I always thought chocolate was your favorite.” Dan turned to me, confused. “Do you come here often, (Y/N)?” He asked. “No, actually,” Jackson interjected, “not often enough. She doesn’t seem to remember me.”
“Okay, yes, Jackson, I remember you. How are you doing? Fine? Great. Dan, please order.” I said hastily. “I AM doing fine, thanks for asking so sincerely.” He said. “And I can see you’re doing fine as well. So, so fine.” He winked at me. The hair on my neck raised in uncomfortable tension. Dan held onto my hand a little tighter.
“(Y/N), who is this?” Dan asked. “I’m her ex,” Jackson interjected again, “I’m hurt she doesn’t talk about me more often.”
“There’s a reason, Jackson.” I scoffed. “Dan, what do you want, babe?”
“Can I just have a mint chocolate chip scoop so we can just get on with our night, please?” Dan ordered stiffly. “Babe, huh? I loved when you called me that.” Jackson sneered. I wanted to throw up.
“Listen, mate, she just wants the vanilla cone. That’s the ONLY thing she wants from you. Ever.” Dan barked defensively. He now had his arm on my waist, holding tight. Jackson rolled his eyes, and yelled the order to the other girl working behind the counter. She handed him our ice cream cones, which he then handed to us. Dan pulled out a 20, and threw it onto the counter. “Keep the change, wanker.” He growled as we walked out of the parlor quickly.
When we got outside, he pulled my face towards his, and gave me a deep kiss. With tongue. Right in front of the window looking into the parlor. I kissed back, feeling my growing desire for him fueled by the anger I had towards Jackson. When we both pulled away, I looked through the window, and saw Jackson slamming his apron onto the top of the ice cream display case, while also looking back at us furiously. I laughed, and turned back to face Dan.
“Want to know something?” I said through a smile.
“What?” Dan breathed out, his chin coming forward to lean in for another kiss. “You look sexy when you get jealous.” I whispered, before revisiting his lips with mine.
For The First Time – A Danisnotonfire One Shot (As requested by Anon)
****Author’s note: this imagine takes place where the reader and Dan have been together for a really long time, and are going through a rough patch with fighting and lack of empathy. This is also inspired by the song “For The First Time” by the Script. Please enjoy****
“Fucking hell, (Y/N), can’t we give this a rest?” Dan said, rubbing his temples from exasperation.
“This isn’t something that will just go away by ignoring it,” I shot back, frustration getting the best of me.
Fighting was now a daily routine for Dan and I. Tonight’s topic was money. Quite exhilarating, I know. Passive-aggressiveness used to be our go-to relief, but now it’s gotten to a point where we’ll scream in each other’s faces without any inhibitions. I guess this is what happens when two people have been together for years.
“(Y/N), I don’t know why you’re fucking preaching to me about making an income when I’ve already got a nice flow coming from YouTube, PLUS working BBC Radio with Phil. Won’t you just trust me to support you?”
“No, Dan,” I said, “I’m not going to depend on you and your fucking YouTube job. How the hell can I trust something so temporary?!”
Dan’s eyes ignited in rage. “You wouldn’t have to depend on my ‘temporary job’ if you got up off your lazy ass and looked for one of your own!”
My eyes widened. At that point, it was crystal clear we had both crossed the line. I knew we were both to blame for letting this escalate to such a drastic level, but I couldn’t even think of beginning to apologize. All I knew to do was to leave. I grabbed my jacket and purse off the table, and walked out the door, making a point to slam it behind me.
Stomping down the sidewalk in the brisk air gave me a chance to decompress. The night sky instantly began to calm my nerves. I walked past a few markets all the way to a nearby park, and sat down on a bench. I breathed slowly. In. Out. My heart was still racing, but not at the velocity as before. In. Out. I uncurled my fingers from the fists I had formed. In. Out. I blinked, and felt a single tear run down my face. In. Out.
I started reminiscing on the several months before our downwards spiral, when all we felt was love and compassion towards each other. He would open doors for me, pull out my chair, and even wrap his hand around my waist when we’d walk across the street. Common chivalry felt so special coming from Dan. I’d be eager to listen to him every time he wanted to talk about a new video game or what video ideas he had. Staying up all night, talking about anything and everything, was the norm for us. We’d fuck like animals, and make love with only the deepest passion. But most importantly, we never forgot to say how much we appreciated each other, and expressed our love endlessly.
My heart felt heavy in my chest. More tears streamed down my face, and I didn’t bother to wipe them away. How could we let this go on for so long? Our love, which had felt warm and welcome before, has now turned cold and spiteful. For a few minutes, I sat there, wallowing in my sadness, but I soon felt pathetic. I remembered Dan’s words. “You wouldn’t have to depend on my ‘temporary’ job if you got up off your lazy ass and looked for one of your own!” I do have a job now. A job to fix me and Dan.
I sprang up from the bench, and started on my way home. I felt excited, scared, and most of all, relieved. Relieved from knowing I finally had an opportunity to dispel this fighting nonsense. I stopped in one of the market places, and grabbed two cheap bottles of wine. At the checkout counter, I saw a cute Pikachu keychain dangling from a display case. I plucked it off the hanger, and pushed it towards the cashier along with the wine. He rang me up, and I quickly picked up my items and rushed out of the store.
When I reached the front door, I took a deep breath. In. Out. Everything could either go perfectly or fail miserably. In. Out. In either case, I’ll know once and for all how strong me and Dan’s relationship really was. In. Out. I clutched the Pikachu keychain, and prayed to God that our love was still alive. In. Out.
I dug my keys out of my purse, and unlocked the door. I opened the door, dropped my keys into the key bowl, and walked up the stairs, step by step. When I reached the top of the stair case, I could see Dan sitting at the dining room table, his back facing me. He was holding a beer with his head hung low. It hurt my heart to see him this way.
I tiptoed towards Dan, trying not to alarm him. I worked my way around the table so I could be directly in front of him, and set the wine down on the table. He picked his head up. His face was red and puffy, which was evidence that he had been crying as well. I looked into his eyes apologetically. I sat down, pushed a bottle of wine across the table to him, and half smiled. “It’s the cheap brand, I didn’t have much cash left in my wallet,” I admitted. He chuckled, sniffling his nose, and smiling back at me softly. “Whadd’ya say we pop a bottle open, have a glass, and play some Legend of Zelda?” I offered lightheartedly. He smiled even wider, and nodded his head ‘yes’.
20 minutes into playing the game silently, Dan paused the game abruptly. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He said abruptly, yet earnestly. I looked at him, feeling guilty and sorrowful. “I’m sorry, too, baby. You’re right; I really should get a job. And your job is so amazing and supportive. I only said what I said because I’m scared and jealous.”
“I was wrong in the way that I said it. I was way too harsh, and I only want you to feel safe and comfortable. I shouldn’t have let it get out of hand. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.” Dan apologized profusely.
We both had tears in our eyes. I choked on the lump in my throat, barely even able to speak. Instead of saying anything more, I just straddled him and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a bear hug. Feeling his warm body against mine only made me pull him closer. He instantly hugged me back, digging his face into my neck. Holding him felt like coming up for air after being underwater for a super long time.
“I love you so much,” I half-whispered, voice breaking in the process. “I love you so much, too,” Dan said, muffled by my neck. I brought his head out from my neck, and kissed him deeply. I kissed him with the passion and love that had been withheld from this relationship for way too long. He kissed back, with equal effort and feeling. We soon had to pull away to catch a breath. We looked into each other’s eyes, and laughed over our cries. I stroked his cheek, which was wet from tears. I kissed his cheek gently.
“I don’t want to fight anymore,” Dan said quietly, “it’s quite exhausting.” I chuckled, and put my hands in my pockets. I felt something small and fuzzy, and quickly remembered what it was. I fished it out of my pocket. “A peace offering?” I suggested, dangling the Pikachu keychain in front of him. He busted out into laughter, and stared at the keychain in admiration. He grabbed it, and held it to his chest. “God, I love you so much,” he said.
The warmth of our relationship returned in its full capacity. We were stronger than ever at this very moment. And for the first time in a long time, I felt in my heart that everything would be okay.
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